Waiting is hard

Waiting...I'm not great at it, and that's what we're doing...waiting. Waiting on our little girl to arrive. My nesting instinct is in high gear...but my body doesn't want to keep up. The swelling continues - my ankles are officially partying somewhere else in town - as is evident by my rounding face and the scale. We make plans, but there is always a small hope in my heart that we won't make the engagement. And we keep waiting. These last weeks are hard - we are excited, the fun of the pregnancy is gone (especially this time around), and we are ready to see how she will change our life. So, I try to find small ways to occupy the time - thus the small changes to the template - and put off the longing desire to hold my baby girl. Soon enough...but not, you know?